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Chapter 13

Sarah lay face down upon a bed. Leather straps were coiled around her gloved forearms, binding them behind her back. A spreader bar kept her feet stretched wide apart. This insured that she remained prostrate and vulnerable.

Her uniform had been modified. A suffocating latex hood still covered her face. However, a pair of wadded silk panties, belonging to a stranger, now filled her mouth. She could not escape the taste of another woman's musky sex.

Sarah's brunette mane was temporarily changed to a golden blonde, complete with accenting high and low lights. The golden ponytail traveled up, arched, and flipped about behind the back of her head. It added a dramatic contrast to the glossy black hood. Her collar was now stainless steel and lined with rubber. It formed a smooth, unbroken surface. There was no visible way as to how to remove it.

Her bodysuit was replaced by a body stocking. A waspie still compressed her waist and added a dramatic flare to her hips. The string of a T-back thong disappeared between her fleshy ass cheeks. She tried freeing her ankles. Ballet boots forced her toes into a painful en-point position. The worst part was her breasts. A pair of nipple shields now capped both areolas and crossed T-bars held them in place. The D-rings at the tip of each nipple shield were clipped to a small silver chain. The chain was stretched up at the middle, held tight by another chain linked to the headboard.

"Mmmnn," Sarah mewed. She looked around blindly for rescue. When a hand touched the middle of her back, she whimpered in fear. The bed jostled underneath her as someone crawled atop her. Legs moved between her spread thighs, and a body was positioned overtop of her. A single finger wormed between her tight ass cheeks and fished out the thong string.

She waited in darkness and silence. A bulbous tip moved between her ass cheeks. Her heart sped up and every sense came alive. She mewed and shook her head. The rigid shaft pushed against her virgin back hole. As the pressure increased, her anus gave way. The slick monster plunged into her ass. It sank deeper and deeper until hips pressed against her ass cheeks.

Her mind flew into a panic. She tugged at her ankles and strained to free her arms. A body lay atop her. Two pillows pressed against her back, and hands moved underneath her. They caressed her breasts. Long hair, not her own fell onto her shoulders and kisses grazed her slick hood.

It was a WOMAN!

The hips moved back, and the dildo withdrew. A second later the dildo plunged back into Sarah's ass. Hips smacked her bottom. The monster log flexed inside her like a third person. The woman began pumping hard and fast. Each impact forced out a grunting snort from Sarah. Her ponytail whipped about in the air. She tried to scream but her cries came out in kitten like mews. The woman grabbed Sarah's ponytail. She stretched Sarah's head back and rode her. Sarah mewed and wriggled like a wild filly. The dildo pumped deep into her ass. A vibrator pressed against her vagina and joined the fray. Sarah mewed and bucked as powerful tingles gripped her body. She screamed into her panty gag. Her vagina quivered and body trembled. However, the reaming continued unabated.

Somewhere during the night, a monstrous butt-plug filled her ass and dildo her vagina. A pair of ultra tight rubber panties kept them in place. Her legs were bound together with four wide straps, and her arms were fused behind her back in a constricting monosleeve. The tube pressed them into a single appendage, and straps crisscrossed her chest around her breasts. This stretched her shoulders back and thrust out her chest.

She stood on her feet, bound to a wooden post of the canopy bed. The ballet boots focused all her weight on the tips of her toes. Pain sliced up from her toes through her legs. She tried to shift positions, but her body was securely bound to the wooden post. To make matters worse, her bladder was full and demanded relief.

When a hand touched her right shoulder, she jumped and yelped. It glided over her bound body, grazing her rubber ass cheeks, pierced breasts, and pinned thighs. She tried to speak but barely a mew escaped her panty gag.

The collar released and brought precious freedom to her neck. Then the hood gathered up over her chin. "Spit," a girl said with a small voice. Sarah gladly spit out the panties from her mouth.

The diminutive girl scurried over to a laundry hamper. Although 19-years-old, she looked no more than 16. The only items that she wore were a silver slave collar, wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a pair of pink silk panties, and a diaphanous glittery pink robe. The panties were trimmed with white lace and cleaved very tight to her hips. It took her six months to earn them. Mistress promised her a bra if she was good. There was no way she would give that up for some slave girl.

Sarah pleaded, "This is all a mistake. I don't work here."

"Everyone says that." Sophie flipped open the hamper lid. "I've seen a lot of girls pass through her bed chambers. Mistress Lana always breaks them. She will break you too." She selected a pair of red and a pair of purple silk panties. She padded over and held the panties to Sarah's lips; "Open wide."

"No wait," Sarah gasped. "Tell me your story. I'd like to hear it."

Sophie lowered the panties from Sarah's mouth. "There's not much to tell. I used to live on a farm in Green Glenn, Iowa. I never had many friends. We lived too far from town. One day I met a girl, Claire. She was 20 and moved into a small house not too far away. We got to be best friends. So when my 18th birthday came, I naturally invited her to the party. When I got up, my mom was still icing the cake. I got a call from Claire. She was parked out front and had a gift for me. But she couldn't stay. She had to work. I was still in my pajamas when I went out to meet her. She and her boyfriend grabbed me. They tied me up and stuffed me in the trunk. When it opened again, we were at the slave markets. I was stripped and sold for a thousand dollars. I never saw any of them again."

"I can help you. Just let me go, and I'll make sure you go free." Sarah tried to control her voice, but it had more than a little desperation in it.

"Set me free? You can't even set yourself free. Now you need to be quiet. Mistress doesn't like a noisy slave." Sophie had no illusions about her status or rescue. With every step she took, a clit chain dangled between her inner thighs and brushed against them.

"Please, you have to let me go. I can ... ummnn." Sophie stuffed the red silk panties into Sarah's mouth. "Uumm," Sarah mewed. A purple pair joined the first pair and filled Sarah's mouth to capacity.

"You'll get used to being a slave girl." Sophie drew down the black hood and worked it over Sarah's chin. It pushed up Sarah's teeth, clenching them tight. This packed the panties inside her mouth. "There we go," she purred drawing the latex down Sarah's neck. "Mistress always says, 'A proper slave should be hooded and bound." Sarah whimpered as the collar returned to her neck.

One by one, the straps binding Sarah to the pole were released. However, her arms remained fused behind her by the armbinder. "We need to get you to the preparation room." Sophie tugged at the leash and led Sarah from the room.

Sarah followed her caretaker in blind subservience. With every step taken, she could feel her hair swish behind her head. Her entire mental focus was on the bottoms of her feet. It was the only sensation permitted her. At first she walked in the hardwood floor, then carpet, and then frigid tiles.

Hands pressed on her shoulders, and she sat down. The familiar shape of a toilet seat touched her hips and bottom. After relieving herself, she was taken into a shower. The hot water felt magnificent on her skin, and Sophie washed Sarah's entire body. It came to an end too soon.

"Umnn uwww," Sarah mewed through her panty gag. A second hood stretched over the first. It pressed down her ponytail and held it against the back of her head. Sarah squealed and shook her head as the hood pulled over her face. The hood was a holographic representation of a woman's face. It looked real in every way. However, it never blinked, and its makeup was a bit garish. Sophie then drew a platinum, pageboy wig over Sarah's head, and tugged the hood down Sarah's neck. The collar was then released and relocked around it. Sophie fixed a hairpiece in the platinum wig.

Sophie attached a short chain to the D-ring in front of the collar. It was then lashed to the hitching ring mounted neck high on the wall. Sarah's arms were released, but they were too weak for her to resist.

At Sophie's prompting, Sarah stepped into the legs of a sheer, black body stocking. Soon Sarah's entire body was covered in black nylon. Next Sarah was made to step into a pair of pristine white satin panties. Satin sandwiched layers of rubber, steel fabric, rubber, and more satin lined it. The panties were four sizes too small and required considerable effort to work them up around Sarah's thighs. Sophie stopped and left them stretched around her upper thighs.

Something worked through a crotch slit in the body stocking and pressed between her ass cheeks. When it began to push, Sarah clenched her cheeks and arched her back. Sophie ground the plug in slow circles forcing it through Sarah's anus. She wriggled about, but the chain secured to her neck held her fast. A tiny groan escaped the smooth latex surface that covered her lips. The plug slipped into her ass. She thought her anus would rip in two. When she could take it no more and let out muffled screams, her stretched sphincter slid down to the smaller retaining ring.

Her ass felt stuffed full like it had never felt before. She braced herself for what she knew was to follow. Something moved between her labia. The bulbous tip was slick with lubricant. The hard shaft plunged into her with one fluid thrust. She groaned as a log size dildo lodged into her pelvis.

Only then were the panties worked up into place. They arched high on the hip, arcing in a 'V' across her butt cheeks. Marie ran her hands between Sarah's legs, pinching and smoothing the firm satin gusset into place.

Something wrapped around Sarah's waist. Sophie laced a gleaming white satin waist cincher. Like the panties, it was made of alternating layers of satin, rubber, steel, and more satin. It wrapped around overtop of the waistband of the panties, insuring that they would remain in place. Now Sarah was thin and had nice curves. She did not need a cincher. However, the laces began to tighten anyway. The garment compressed her waist allowing only shallow gasps of air. When the ends met behind her back, a zipper like sound came from the seams as they fused into one.

"There we go," Sophie declared. She grabbed Sarah's ass with both hands. "Nobody gets in here without paying first."

Next Sophie put a white underwire satin bra on Sarah. She fished out a uniform from a locker. It resembled a black satin maid uniform ? short, tight, and sassy. Sophie held out the dress and Sarah stepped into it. After working it up Sarah's body, she zipped it up in back. The semi-flared skirt wafted about her hips. Whenever Sarah moved, it flashed a bit of her panty gusset.

"There we go. Now we can finish up your look." She unhooked the chain from the wall and led Sarah over to a blue, vinyl covered bench. "Sit," she ordered. When Sarah complied, the discomfort of her ass was multiplied. It seemed as if a log were shoved inside her butt.

Karen sat on a small stool before Sarah and placed Sarah's right foot in her lap. She shod Sarah's feet with a pair of ankle boots. The boots had stiletto five-inch heels and an ankle strap that locked them in place. Next came a pair of white satin wrist gloves, followed by ornate metal manacles that were placed around both wrists and biceps. A metal chain was attached to one bicep cuff, stretched behind her back, and locked to the other cuff. This insured that Sarah's elbows would be kept to her sides. Another short chain linked her wrists. There was enough freedom to use her hands but only just so.

She clipped the leash to Sarah's collar and led her out of the bathroom. "You will be kept in the servant's quarters with the rest of the slaves." Marie led Sarah down a hallway. Their high heels clicked on the hardwood floors. "You will work sixteen hours a day. You will then be stripped and bedded down for the night. In the morning, you will be bathed, fed, and dressed. Your day will begin again. Failure to obey a command, can and will result in a demerit. Three demerits well result in a penalty. Do you understand these rules?"

Sarah nodded. They were draconian, but she understood them. She did not plan to be around long enough to care. Everyone makes mistakes, and Lana's people would make one. She was going to escape and break into Lana's servers. It would only take her a few minutes to plant a 'back-door' password. After that, it would be Lana who was in bondage as she went to prison.

The elevator doors opened, and they entered. Sarah's ego deflated. Sophie pressed the button for the third floor casino. The floors began to pass, and they rode down. Sarah wanted to object. When she began to mew and move about, a sharp tug at her leash forced her to comply.

Sophie handed Sarah a serving tray. She then accessed an I-pad and activated Sarah's registration number. "Get to work."

"UMNN," Sarah yelped and danced forward. The butt-plug delivered a sharp shock. It felt like someone snapped her ass with a bamboo stick.

Sarah blindly walked forward, tray in hand. A slap stung her left ass cheek. She turned to her right out of instinct. She continued walking. The stings guided her through the casino to a bar. Girls, clad in similar fashion to her, gathered drink orders. When her tray was filled, a snap to her ass made her scurry away.

High above her, a computer system controlled her every action. She was forced to walk with quick but tiny steps. She had to carry her tray upright and level. When serving the drinks, she had to bend her knees, squat a little, and serve the drinks with proper decorum. If she did all this correctly, she was rewarded with a slight vibration from her dildos.

After about two hours of computer control, Sarah thought she would lose her mind. She wanted to scream, cry, and laugh all at once. Any action, however tiny, would do. The computer allowed no deviation. If she merely walked at too slow a pace, then a sharp sting would result.

It was lunch time and her rest period. She and half the girls were led back into the break room. Unlike most employee lounges, it was filled with vertical tubes. A door would open and a girl would be forced inside it. The new girls like Sarah all reacted the same. They struggled as they were strapped into the booth. A silver tube would be shoved between her ass cheeks and fitted into a slot in the butt-plug. This would remove all solid and liquid waste from her system. Another tube would snake down their right nasal passage and feed into their stomachs. A thick, white paste was pumped into them. Lastly, a halo was placed on their heads. When activated, the girls fell into a trance like state. They closed the door and moved to the next girl.

When it was Sarah's turn, she struggled like the other new girls. The straps pinned her arms to her body. The waste tube jostled the butt plug within her, and the halo rested upon her head. She felt a sharp puncture at the back of her neck. She screamed as a needle punctured her foramen magnum, where the spinal cord enters the skull. Neural tendrils entered her skull. They covered her brain in a fine web, and in turn, connected to a microchip placed at the base of the skull. Flashes of light dazzled her eyes and tones filled her ears. Her eyes closed and she slipped into a trance.

It seemed like only a second later, and she awoke. Her straps and the waste tube were removed. Thoughts not her own, filled her mind. Pick up a serving tray, it said to her. When she hesitated, painful shocks stung her sex. She hurried over and picked up a tray. Return to the bar and pick up order 1128 and deliver it to table 288B at the blackjack arena. Sarah began to walk. Chin up; walk an invisible tightrope; sway your hips as you walk; quicken your pace. Sarah tried to push away the voice, but that only made it grow louder.

You enjoy being used for sex. You love working for Lana Thorn. You want men and women to use you for pleasure. You like bondage. You enjoy having a plug in your ass and a dildo in your pussy, the computer repeated with a monotone voice.

No I don't, Sarah insisted.

Warm heat spread up from her sex. With it came soothing tingles. Low grade arousal spread through her entire body. The dildos activated and vibrated her pelvis and butt cheeks. The better her performance, the more she was rewarded.

Sarah picked up a drink order. It was destined for the penthouse. She rode the elevator up and passed through security unchecked. The drinks were delivered to Lana's private bedroom suite. Sarah stood at the wall, the door closed, and holding the tray like a statue.

Lana strolled into the room with a young man on her arm. "So Riley, what do you think? It's pretty nice."

"It's amazing," he replied. The tow headed young man appeared more dazed than impressed. The palatial wealth overwhelmed his senses.

He surveyed the vast bedroom. It was larger than most people's homes. The room was round and two stories tall. A high, domed ceiling soared up into the air. A four post, canopy bed lay across the room. At the foot lay a wooden chest, and before that lay a Persian rug. To his left he saw several cherry wood dressers and a dressing station complete with a three-way mirror. To his right a sofa set sat before a massive window. The window made up the entire wall and looked out upon Canyon City.

He dropped her arm and wandered over to the glass wall. "This is incredible. You can see the whole city from here."

Lana wandered over to Sarah. Two margaritas sat upon the tray. Next to them was a small vial filled with a clear liquid. "I never get tired of the view." She poured the liquid into one of the glasses and stirred it. She picked them off the tray and carried them over to Riley. She handed the drugged drink to him. "Here we go."

"Thanks," he said taking it from her.

"So you're here on spring break?" she asked knowing the answer.

"I sure am. My buddies, and I took off after the last midterm exam. We considered going to Boca Raton, but this was cheaper."

"I understand." She took a sip. "What do you think of the drink?"

"I normally drink beer," he commented with a shrug. He took a sip and then a gulp. "It's good."

Lana smirked and crossed her legs. "Let me ask you a question. You don't mind wearing panties do you?"

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